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Speaking of California, I just got my certified certificate of birth from the Golden State.
Alameda County charged me $25 for the document, but I had to pay an additional $10 for a notary to certify that I am who I say I am.
So, now I think I could prove to a Florida elections official that I should be allowed to register to vote.
You know, in 1946 it still wasn’t unusual for persons to be born outside a hospital, without a doctor. Particularly in migrant worker camps in the California central valley. I wonder how easy it would be for a Roberto Insignias to do as I did.
“Badges, to god-damned hell with badges! We have no badges. In fact, we don’t need badges. I don’t have to show you any stinking badges, you god-damned cabrón and chinga tu madre!”
— B. Traven, The Treasure of the Sierra Madre, 1927